Much like William Shakespeare when he sat down to write "Star Wars: A New Hope", you sometimes find that your initial ideas for a story or blog post get superseded by the events of the day. Just think how close we all came to never knowing about "Titus Andronicus".
And, that would explain why the topic of this one is not "Friday is Chicken Day".
We were originally going to talk about how much we look forward to our shabbos chicken every Friday, fresh from somewhere (maybe a chicken factory?) and juicy and hot. Yum. We would have spent paragraphs extolling the tenderness of the white meat, the complexity of the dark meet, and the sweet crispiness of the skin. In fact, we directed our scribe to get a thesaurus out to look for words that would help us describe the flavor.
But, before we had an opportunity to settle in to our normal writing positions (Izzi, curled up on top the couch, communicating in a quiet but firm voice; Rozi doing flips on the carpet in between trying to catch her tail, interjecting with running commentary), the most amazing thing happened to us:
We went outside. By ourselves.
Yes, we did. It was a most remarkable occurrence, because we were just hanging around the living room, enjoying the warmth (finally!) of spring, and the rays of sun in between clouds passing overhead. Each of us thought that our days would be spend in slumber, trying to save our energy up for the bones that our mama promised us from her dinner last night! Big ones to try to chew? Little ones to pick up and trot around the house with? We had no idea but we were very excited about what would happen when our mama got our dinner for us tonight. Oh, and she also said that we'd have "bacon", which is one of Rozi's favorite vegetables.
But, as we were dozing, we noticed that the door to the house was open. Now, we usually know that when the door opens up, our mama or someone else is coming into the house (hooray!) or leaving the house (sniff). But, this time, the door opened slowly and....no one came in...and no one went out. This was very strange.
So, we did what any red-blooded American dog would do: we sat around doing nothing for a while. When we got tired of that, we investigated. And, there was no one at the door! We were not sure what to do! Should we go back to what we were doing? Possible, but we have so little adventure in our lives (aside from "can we find new and creative ways to beg for food during dinner?") that we rejected this option.
Should we try to shut the door (with us inside), thus protecting us from the wind and the rain and the snow, and being sure that no strangers would come into our house and feel the wrath of Rozi's incisors? This was something that we considered, but we realized that we're just little puppies, and that we don't have the upper body strength to push the door shut. Even if both of us got behind the door and pushed, it's pretty likely that Rozi would have to sit down mid-shut, and that Izzi would not be able to push by herself, concerned about cracking or breaking one of her her newly-filed nails. After all, yesterday (as you probably have seen in our prior entry) was a day of beauty for us at the spa, and Izzi enjoys just basking in the glow of the aroma of the shampoo they use there.
Finally, we considered a final option: we would go outside by ourselves.
We have gone outside many times, like when we get to run around the back yard. Or, when our mama takes us out the front door for a walk (or, as we've said before, a "yank, pull, strain" for Rozi). Or, sometimes when our mama is coming home, the door gets opened in the front of the house for us so we can run out to greet her and sometimes jump up and down on our back legs and generally act goofy because we're so happy to see her.
But, it's not usual for us to just wander out the front door, and so we did. And, once we got outside, we decided that it was very pleasant. The weather was ideal: no rain, no snow, no wind, and sunny and warm but not overwhelming. And, so we just sat there, watching the world go by. Since it's about 10 feet horizontally and about 4 feet vertically from where we usually watch the world (i.e. the couch) and since there were no trees blocking our view, it was an new and wonderful experience for us. We didn't feel rushed, since the door was open and we could go back in whenever we wanted to. We just sat and enjoyed the day for about 1/2 an hour.
Eventually, a friend of our mama's came along and helped us get back inside (we'd had enough freedom). Then, our mama came home and we were happy about the fun surprise!
And, so our adventure ended, we went back to our original agenda: napping and dreaming about tonight's special bones.
And, bacon!
Arf, yip, yip, yip,
Izzi & Rozi
And, that would explain why the topic of this one is not "Friday is Chicken Day".
We were originally going to talk about how much we look forward to our shabbos chicken every Friday, fresh from somewhere (maybe a chicken factory?) and juicy and hot. Yum. We would have spent paragraphs extolling the tenderness of the white meat, the complexity of the dark meet, and the sweet crispiness of the skin. In fact, we directed our scribe to get a thesaurus out to look for words that would help us describe the flavor.
But, before we had an opportunity to settle in to our normal writing positions (Izzi, curled up on top the couch, communicating in a quiet but firm voice; Rozi doing flips on the carpet in between trying to catch her tail, interjecting with running commentary), the most amazing thing happened to us:
We went outside. By ourselves.
Yes, we did. It was a most remarkable occurrence, because we were just hanging around the living room, enjoying the warmth (finally!) of spring, and the rays of sun in between clouds passing overhead. Each of us thought that our days would be spend in slumber, trying to save our energy up for the bones that our mama promised us from her dinner last night! Big ones to try to chew? Little ones to pick up and trot around the house with? We had no idea but we were very excited about what would happen when our mama got our dinner for us tonight. Oh, and she also said that we'd have "bacon", which is one of Rozi's favorite vegetables.
But, as we were dozing, we noticed that the door to the house was open. Now, we usually know that when the door opens up, our mama or someone else is coming into the house (hooray!) or leaving the house (sniff). But, this time, the door opened slowly and....no one came in...and no one went out. This was very strange.
So, we did what any red-blooded American dog would do: we sat around doing nothing for a while. When we got tired of that, we investigated. And, there was no one at the door! We were not sure what to do! Should we go back to what we were doing? Possible, but we have so little adventure in our lives (aside from "can we find new and creative ways to beg for food during dinner?") that we rejected this option.
Should we try to shut the door (with us inside), thus protecting us from the wind and the rain and the snow, and being sure that no strangers would come into our house and feel the wrath of Rozi's incisors? This was something that we considered, but we realized that we're just little puppies, and that we don't have the upper body strength to push the door shut. Even if both of us got behind the door and pushed, it's pretty likely that Rozi would have to sit down mid-shut, and that Izzi would not be able to push by herself, concerned about cracking or breaking one of her her newly-filed nails. After all, yesterday (as you probably have seen in our prior entry) was a day of beauty for us at the spa, and Izzi enjoys just basking in the glow of the aroma of the shampoo they use there.
Finally, we considered a final option: we would go outside by ourselves.
We have gone outside many times, like when we get to run around the back yard. Or, when our mama takes us out the front door for a walk (or, as we've said before, a "yank, pull, strain" for Rozi). Or, sometimes when our mama is coming home, the door gets opened in the front of the house for us so we can run out to greet her and sometimes jump up and down on our back legs and generally act goofy because we're so happy to see her.
But, it's not usual for us to just wander out the front door, and so we did. And, once we got outside, we decided that it was very pleasant. The weather was ideal: no rain, no snow, no wind, and sunny and warm but not overwhelming. And, so we just sat there, watching the world go by. Since it's about 10 feet horizontally and about 4 feet vertically from where we usually watch the world (i.e. the couch) and since there were no trees blocking our view, it was an new and wonderful experience for us. We didn't feel rushed, since the door was open and we could go back in whenever we wanted to. We just sat and enjoyed the day for about 1/2 an hour.
Eventually, a friend of our mama's came along and helped us get back inside (we'd had enough freedom). Then, our mama came home and we were happy about the fun surprise!
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| My adventure is over! |
And, bacon!
Arf, yip, yip, yip,
Izzi & Rozi
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